Thursday Morning, Feb.9The official search has been called off, but there is a small Coast Guard vessel on the water in addition to lobster boats. They are hauling in the lost fisherman’s traps. The hope is that they can narrow his position down by finding what traps he still had to haul and working backwards from that point. I can only imagine how those fishermen must feel as they pull up their lost friends gear. There is really very little hope now. Today it is -10 degrees Celsius outside and the water temperature would be around 3 degrees Celsius.It is a somber site. I can see the fishermen on their boats through my telescope, standing side by side looking in the empty water. Their nets drag over the side in the hope that they might, well…no need to explain.

This entry was posted on Thursday, February 09, 2006 at 9:22 AM.
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It amazes me that I can feel so sad for a stranger. I can't imagine what it might be like to watch this from where you are, or from where the fisherman are on the boats, or as friends or family. :( [[hugs]]

very sad- makes me think about death, and how we can't predict when our own time will come..or how..or why. wouldn't it be nice to just go peacefully in our sleep? some of us have this unfortunate destiny...

i'm sorry for his family, his colleagues. sometimes people expose themselves to danger to just do their job and i don't know what this feels like, certainly not, typing this from the comfort of my home. Many hugs and let's still hope a bit. xx

It's certainly a tragedy for his family and his community certainly. With the water temperatures being what they are, the only way he survived this long is if he somehow made it to shore. But, he'd be found by now, wouldn't he?

I'm saddened by this, but I'm with fb. He had to be aware he worked a risky job. It's a risk they all take. Tonight, the Old Man in the Sea lays another place at the table.

fb;And I had so hoped to have been able to relay good news. I am sorry to be posting bad news day after day. You are not insensitive at all. I think we must think this way. He was doing what he loved.

Stephanie;It's a sad day and even though everyone knows there is no longer any hope, no one (including the media) has used the "d" word yet.

Will;The poor family. They all live nearby. He was only 40 years old. And his brother died the same way in 1995.

Steve;Again,I am sorry to tell bad news. I will be chipper again. Compassion is a wonderful thing, mate.

Vani;I can only pray it was quick and painless. Perhaps he was unconscious and never even knew. We should all live our lives to the fullest; tell everyone each day how much we love them and make sure we make every moment count.Give your cherub a hug. xoxo

Eric;Unfortunate tragedy. Yes.

Angel;Thank You.

Chloe;There are no boats on the water. I imagine they would still be there if they still had some hope. Any hope. I stare out my window differently today.

Blackcrag;Yes, I agree with you.Let's hope and pray there will never be another in these waters who suffer the same fate. I feel a poem coming on...

Heidi;No one is looking for him any more. I expect that they will be using the "d" word by tomorrow, unfortunately...

Anhoni;A local fisherman has been lost at sea, and I have been witnessing the rescue efforst out my living room window. If you read my posts from yesterday and the day before, it provides the entire context...

sjobs;I know that if I were reading someone else's blog about this, I would want updates. I think this is the end of the line. Thanks for your concern.

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